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That fucking bastard. Stupid undead vampire. Ha how ironic. A vampire is already an undead person so what is an undead vampire called? God i am an idiot who cares what he is now he is still the enemy nothing changes. I made the mistak once of believing he would change lets face it. Alive, dead or undead boys never change. If they are the sweetest guy when you first meet they will stay sweet. If they are a complete bastard who toys with you they will continue being a bastard and if they are are a murdurous vampire who only cares of himself he will always be a murdurous vampire. And Santos is a murdurous undead vampire who will always care about him and only him and nothing can be done to change that. Waking up i found i was still in the middle of that wretched park lying on the ground in the middle of the path my neck almost twisted around at an unbeliveable angle. I swear Santos is an idiot. WHat would have happened if some human stumbled across my body while i was recovering. They would have called the police and i would have been announced dead and then i would wake up and would have to figure out how to explain that or kill them all which i was against. Reaching my apartment i strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower. Letting the heat relax my muscles and allowing my hair to cascade down my back i close my eyes and relax into the water. Only thinking of how it feels against my skin. I dont know how long i stood under the hot water but when i got out the entire room was foggy. I went straight for my wadrobe in the other room. Changing into a pair of track pants and a spaghetti strap shirt i wandered back to the bathroom to brush my teeth (yes i dont get perfectly white teeth like you all think i am partially human just an undead one kinda). Grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste i scrub at my teeth with my eyes  shut thinking through what happened. Why did he leave me alive? is he toying with me? What does he want? I had no clue as to what the answers to these questions were but i had to find out. And this time it will be by my own means. I will find him and torture him if i must to get the answers and then i will kill him again. My life is messed up. The point of me saying i have to say again when i mention killing him just shows that my life is wacked up, completely up side down. Rinsing off my tooth brush and rinsing out my mouth i finally glance up at the mirror. The fog hadnt fully dispersed. In the fogged mirror were five simple words. 'I will find you angel'. Well i knew he could find me so how is that menecing? Sighing i walk back into my bedroom. Just as i was leaving a dash of red on my mirror caught my eye. Walking over too investigate i froze about a metre away. Written on my mirror in not lipstick like a normal stalker would use. Haha normal stalker am i idiotis. ROSE stop talking to yourself. Geeze i am a fiesty one. ROSE. Well instead of lipstick there was one more message written in blood. 'My Black Angel, I have missed you so much and i am sorry that i must do what i must but in order for me to live you must dye. I....' That was it your joking. He what. He ran out of stupid mirror. Why bother even starting that sentence if he was going to run out of fucking mirror. sure he answered some of my questions but now i have more. Why didn't he kill me the first time he had a chance? Why is he telling me he has to kill me? Why didnt he kill me this time? What else did he want to say? I have no clue but i will find out and when i do i wont die. I am   not dying so that fucking bastard can live. Mark my words he will live over my dead undead body. Haha ironic yes. My life is filled with irony the whole thing of being a living dead person is just the start of it.